Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 362: Who Matters More, Me or the Cake?

In the evening after getting off work, Adrian Holt passed by a cake shop and remembered that Serena Summers loved cakes, so he instructed Brandon Reese to stop the car.

He entered the cake shop and asked the cashier, "Do you have any strawberry cakes left?"

"I’m sorry sir, we’ve sold out of strawberry cakes for today. Would you like to try a mango cake? Or perhaps some tiramisu?"

Adrian shook his head in disappointment and pulled out a card from his wallet, "I’ll pay extra. Can you make one now?"

The cashier was stunned for a moment, not expecting him to insist, "Please wait a moment, I’ll go ask in the back."

She was only in charge of taking payments, baking cakes was the responsibility of a professional pastry chef.

"Alright, thank you." Adrian said indifferently, nodding his head as he waited.

He was naturally handsome and the sharp suit he was wearing gave off an aura of asceticism, causing people’s heartbeat to quicken uncontrollably.

The cashier couldn’t help but blush and hurried to the back.

When she returned with an apologetic face, she said to Adrian, "Sir, I am truly sorry, but we’ve run out of strawberries. Would you like to come back tomorrow?"

"You’re out of strawberries, but do you have the other ingredients?"

"Yes, we do."

Adrian’s brow furrowed slightly, "Wait a moment, I’ll be right back."

After speaking, he walked out with his long legs and soon returned with a box of strawberries in his hand.

He had picked these up on a whim while passing by a supermarket, never expecting they’d come in handy now.

"Will these work?" Adrian asked.

The cashier glanced at the brand on the box and was immediately surprised, "Yes, they’ll work, absolutely!"

This gentleman had an extraordinary presence and was clearly wealthy, and very generous with his spending.

She delivered the strawberries to the back and came out again, seeing Adrian still waiting, she couldn’t help but suggest, "Sir, you can sit over there in the chairs."

"Okay." Adrian replied succinctly, sitting down nearby.

Out of curiosity, the cashier asked, "Sir, you really treat your wife so well."

Adrian raised his eyebrows, "You know me?"

The cashier nodded and said, "You used to come here often. Every time you passed by after work, you’d always take a dessert or cake home with you, but I haven’t seen you come by recently."

This cake shop was conveniently located on the route to the Shaw Mansion, so he often bought cakes for Serena Summers to take home in the past?

For some reason, Adrian felt a strange sensation, an unexplained sourness in his heart, as if something was about to burst forth but was being suppressed.

Soon, the clerk brought out the finished cake, placed it in a beautifully packaged box, and handed it to Adrian.

Adrian kept his word and paid three times the price before leaving with the cake in hand.

By the time he returned to the Shaw Mansion, it was already dark, and a myriad of stars adorned the night sky, revealing a unique beauty.

He looked at the small cake he was carrying and without realizing it, the corners of his lips curved upwards.

She loved sweets so much, she would definitely love the cake he bought, wouldn’t she?

"Second Master, you’re back?" The butler came out just in time to see Adrian standing in the yard.

"Mhm," Adrian nodded and walked forward with his long legs, "Where is Young Madam?"

"She’s sitting in the living room. I guess she must be waiting for you to come back."

Confronted with the butler’s suggestive gaze, Adrian’s ears faintly reddened.

He cleared his throat as a trace of unease flashed across his usually expressionless face.

Although he was already thrilled inwardly, he still stubbornly said, "Didn’t I tell her I’d be home late today and she should rest early? Why wait up for me specifically?"

The butler kept a straight face, but inwardly he was bursting with joy.

Why hadn’t he realized before that their Second Master had such a disingenuous side?

Amidst his happiness, he couldn’t help but feel moved; he had never seen such a lively Second Master before Young Madam came into his life.

So, all of this was Serena Summers’ doing.

Adrian Holt was unaware of his mixed feelings and walked in with the cake in hand.

As he entered the living room, he saw Serena Summers sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, focused and serious as she stared at the computer screen.

Perhaps she was too engrossed to even notice him approach.

Adrian felt a complexity of emotions, unsure whether this girl was deliberately waiting for his return.

Serena was engrossed in writing her thesis, her slender and fair fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard as her brain worked at full speed.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over her.

Instinctively, she lifted her gaze and met a pair of eyes as deep and dark as an ancient well.

She was startled at first, but a smile quickly spread across her delicate, fair face, "Adrian, you’re back?"

"Mhm." Adrian Holt’s lips curved slightly, and he instinctively opened his arms to tightly embrace the young woman who threw herself into them.

"Why did you come back so late today?" Serena’s slender arms wrapped tightly around the man’s neck, and she affectionately nuzzled her cheek against his face.

Adrian sat down on the sofa with her in his arms, one hand wrapped around her slender waist, while the other shifted the bothersome laptop to the side.

"I bought this for you on my way back, do you like it?"

He pointed to the cake on the coffee table, his deep eyes filled with tenderness.

Serena’s eyes lit up, "Cake? So the reason you came home so late was to buy this specifically?"

Meeting Serena’s sparkling eyes, Adrian cleared his throat, "Not specifically, I just happened to pass by and picked it up on a whim."

Brandon Reese, who had parked his car and followed Adrian into the living room, couldn’t help but twitch his lips when he heard that.

Who was it that waited for a strawberry cake for an entire hour and even paid three times its price?

Serena sat on Adrian’s lap, letting him hold her as she opened the cake box.

A sweet fragrance of cake wafted towards her, and Serena could not help but inhale deeply, instinctively swallowing.

Just as she was about to start eating, a large hand blocked the box in front of her.

Serena lifted her eyes to look at him, confusion filling her gaze, "What are you doing?"

"Haven’t you already had dinner? Can you still eat this now?"

Serena: "...I can!"

For the sake of the cake, she could certainly suppress her already full stomach a little more.

She wouldn’t admit to being greedy.

It was simply that the cake was too tempting; no one could resist such a temptation.

Adrian’s fingers, distinctly articulated, gently hooked and closed the cake box again, lifting it as Serena watched.

Under Serena’s expectant gaze, he asked, "Which is more important to you, me or the cake?"

Serena: "..." How was she supposed to answer that?

How could one compare the two? One is food, and the other is a person.

But Serena was adept at reading the room; she instantly understood the answer Adrian wanted, "Of course, you are the most important."

She took the opportunity to wrap her arms around Adrian’s neck and planted a kiss on his refined face.

Serena was dressed very casually at home, wearing a conservative, round-neck top.

Even though she was covered up securely from head to toe, Adrian couldn’t help feeling restless all over.

His sexy Adam’s apple moved, and his voice deepened, becoming low and magnetic.

"Then, if you had to choose between me and the cake, who would you pick?"